Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 04:47:46 +0100
From: Simon Mac
Subject: GM HighSchool;'Always'{Simon Mac}( BB 1st )[1!1]
Always
Copyright 2010 Simon Mac. All Rights Reserved.
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Disclaimer: All characters and locations appearing in this work are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and the
mention of the band Blink 182 is purely for connecting the lyrics of their song
`Always' with the interpretation conveyed into this story and by no means
implies that the band supports, encourages, dislikes or disapproves the story
and its contents. All characters' ages within are above UK's legal age of
consent even though no age is given directly in the story.
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---Chapter 1---
Hello, my name is Tom. This is my story about my life got really messed
up. Let's start at the beginning, shall we. I'm your typical skater boy. I have
long, curly brown hair up to the neck that curls out towards the bottom like a
paper fan. I like to wear shirts over tops and have a collection of baggy jeans.
I'm not the type of skater boy who poses for girls and hoping to get laid by
wearing skin tight jeans brandishing their feeble legs, no, that's not me,
although their tight butts do give me the bone sometimes. Luckily my jeans are
baggy, eh? I am of average build, not too thin but not fat either. I love to
skate around. I hang around a few other skaters, pretty low profile at the back
of the school concourse. Yes, I'm still at school. And yes I am very much gay.
I found this out when I hung around the lads more than the girls. They just
don't interest me, upstairs and downstairs. I haven't really told anyone that
I'm gay; I felt that telling anyone would just give me unwanted stress.
My school is pretty much run-down, when you looked in the sky, you
couldn't tell whether it was the clouds or the building. There is a wooden
structure about two meters tall that stands close to the entrance of the
concourse. This structure is a cut-out of a phoenix. The phoenix is red with
yellow flames painted crudely about it. It seems to be the only color in this
place.
My life was pretty ordinary this far into my youth until I met someone.
In any other normal circumstances, I doubt our paths would have ever
crossed. I was in the library being bored since my skater mates were in class.
I had decided to go somewhere quiet. There was the open area for the whole
school to access, however there was a metal spiral staircase leading to a
private study area. The librarians rarely went up there. I went up there and
sat down at desk. I didn't plan on doing any revision or study, but I whipped
out my notepad and began doodling. Not any sort of doodling which you might
expect to doodle in a boring lesson like history, but I doodle pictures of
naked boys. I first start drawing their fit bodies. Ensuring their stomachs
are flat and their chests were curved perfectly. Then I would draw their cute
faces. Sometimes I get the proportions messed up and have to draw over my
outlines but this didn't bother me too much. This activity that I did alone
got me horny. I would finish drawing their toned arms either crossed or folding
towards their back to show their whole chest. I then drew the legs, harder to
perfect, but necessary. And then I would draw the...
"Hey." A voice interrupted my drawing.
I looked up to see this cute boy with blonde highlights in his brown
hair. His hair was short unlike mine. He looked back at me from his desk. I
hadn't seen him when I came up. He must have been in deep study or I was too
bored to notice.
"Do you have any paper?" He asked to a slightly bewildered self.
I wondered if he knew what I was doing. Even if he did, I couldn't say
I didn't have any since I was clearly not drawing on the wooden desks.
"Erm, sure." I managed to squeeze out.
I quickly rolled over the first page with the naked boy without his
privates and ripped out a blank page and moved towards the boy who was about
4 desks lengths away. It looked like he was doing mathematics. I pass him the
paper.
"Thanks." I just stood there as I looked at his body shape. He body
was quite muscular. His grey t-shirt seemed to hug his fit body.
"I'm Sam." He announced.
I look up from his chest to his face where he obviously knew I was
looking at. He smiled ever so cutely.
"I'm Tom." I quickly replied and for unknown reason smiled back.
"Well, I've got to... get ready to go to lessons, I'll catch you later."
I turned away and went down the spiral steps. I felt his eyes follow
me. That's when I thought to myself... this was not the last I would be seeing
him.
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---Chapter 2---
The next incident happened at the school gym shower room. After basketball
practice, I went into the shower room where only the brave enter whilst the
wimpy kids avoided it. I went inside and checked whether there was anyone inside.
The coast was clear. I whipped my towel off, submerged myself in the running
water and started wiping the soap over my body. The hot water from the shower
refreshed me as it sprayed over my head and splashed over my chest and shoulders.
The water poured down my hair and water flowed over the features of my face. It
drizzled down my flat chest, caressing my nipples as it flowed. It reached my
pubic hair before bouncing off my dick. It instantly made me hard. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I rubbed the soap around my balls, which frothed
into a white bubbly cream. I began stroking the length of my dick. It was getting
really hard. I stroked my dick and wrapped the soap around it like as if I was
turning a motorbike to accelerate. Over my shaft and under my... it dropped and I
kneeled down to pick it up...
To my surprise, someone was standing in front of me. The feet had signs
of an athletic foot. I looked up. The legs sprouted a few hairs, they remind me
of legs of the football lads but they weren't as long. They were delicate and
beautiful. I looked up and saw something stare back at me. It was a semi-flaccid
and it was as if it was watching me, slightly twitching and growing as I looked.
I finally looked to see who it was...
His chest was flat with early indications of a 6-pack. His nipples were
small, round and hard, I felt the urge to grab them and lick them. His hair was
wet; I could barely recognize the blonde highlights in his hair. He looked
amazing. My erect member seemed to agree also. He smiled at me which made small,
cute dimples appear on his cheeks. Sam was beautiful.
What seemed like ages was only a few seconds as I realized the position
I was in. I stood up, quite unnerved by this encounter. My erection followed me
up and became more perpendicular. I couldn't tell earlier when I met him in the
library but he was taller than me. We stood there with the water from the shower
splashing hot radiance over our bodies. I could stand here all day and enjoy
every second of it. I wondered if he was gay. He didn't seem to be the quickie
shower type who ignores all the nude boys around him. Nor did he seem to be the
over-zealous man handler type who would whip other boy's asses and intimidate
their penis sizes. His smile comforted me. It was as if he wanted what I wanted.
He must be gay I thought to myself. My hand rose from my side and reached for
his...
"Hey!" Tom spun around as a tremendous slap on the Tom's rear echoed
sharply in the small shower room. Speak of the devil. The over-zealous man
handler had arrived.
"What's up ladies?" He bellowed. This guy was quite hugely built,
muscular arms and legs but not the sort of guy I'm into. I turned back to
showering, attempting to avoid confrontation about my hard dick in such a
situation.
"Hah, good match wasn't it Andrew?" Tom replied, quite shell-shocked
himself, as he rubbed his raw cheek.
I decided to leave after rinsing all the soap from me. However, before
I was able to leave without a problem, the problem seemed to realize it was not
doing its job right and decided to show itself up.
"Hey, it's the kid who likes to grab balls. Wouldn't you prefer to kick
them, sissy boy?" He laughed mockingly. "And look! He's got a boner! What a
queer!" He laughed hysterically.
"Fuck this." I replied sharply. This was my cue to leave. I still had
some soap in my hair and my pubes.
"You would like that wouldn't you." He had to have the last say. I saw
Sam's eyes follow me out. Again, but this time I felt as if he was looking at
my butt. Nonetheless, I was outta there. I felt the moment ruined and my dick
agreed also.
It seemed most of the other boys were already leaving, the boys who'd
rather spray on some deodorant than expose their little willies. The changing
room reeked of deodorant and sweat or sweat covered in deodorant. Soon I was
the only one left. I sat down on the wooden bench which followed the perimeter
of the walls. I watched the tiled entrance to the shower room. I half-expected
or half-wanted Sam to follow but remembering that my chances could be half as
well, I decided I shouldn't wait. I dried myself quickly and put on my clothes
and left.
The next time I saw Sam was in the concourse. I was skating with my
mates and he approached me. He was holding a pad of paper.
"Thanks for lending me the paper the other day." He opened the cover
and ripped some paper from its binding. He handed it over. I took it a bit
confused. "See ya around." He said and he walked away.
I held the sheets in my hand. It looked like he gave me two pieces,
how generous, I thought. My fingers split them apart and on the second sheet
was a written message. It said: `Meet me at the phoenix after school.' The
message also had this cute doodle of a naked boy with his member erect. Next
to the doodle, he wrote "This one has a penis, try not to push your pen down
so hard next time!" and a smiley face. I blushed and pulled my cap down to
cover it. I folded both sheets twice together into a quarter the size and put
them in my pocket. I went back to skating with my mind occupied.
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---Chapter 3---
There we were walking through a brightly colored street which consisted
of flashing advertisement and shop names. I did meet Sam at the phoenix after
school. We kinda stood there until he broke the silence. He told me that he
wanted to take me to a place in Skyway Avenue in the city, a place where we
could have privacy. And now here we were. The aroma of food which flowed from
various restaurants flew into my nose. It made me hungry.
"Did you have anything to eat?" He asked me.
"Nope." I replied bluntly.
"Follow me." I followed him to a hot dog stand. He bought two, one for
him and one for me. I took it and began devouring it. I watched Sam and he
watched me as he bit into his really slowly. He licked seductively down the
length of the sausage inside, all the while making sure I was watching. I
stopped eating mine. I was too busy getting hard. Then he smiled and ate his
hot dog as normal. I managed to smile back and continued devouring mine
cautiously in case he wanted to tease me again.
After we finished eating our hot dogs, he led me to a place quite away
from the organized chaos of the street and inside it seemed bright, clear and
clean. He had taken me to a sauna. He paid for it, although I tried to offer
but he politely declined. I hadn't been to a sauna before. He took me through
the steps. We took the complimentary towels provided to us. We went into the
changing rooms and he told me to take off everything. Sam seemed to know what
he was doing so I began undressing. I watched him and he watched me. He smiled,
so cutely. We wrapped the towels around our waists over our semi-hard dicks and
went to put our stuff in a locker.
We went in an empty sauna room which had wooden walls and a wooden bench
which followed the perimeter of the room. There was some sort of table in the
middle that looked like it was for laying down for massages I guessed. We sat
down on the wooden bench. It was hot. I guess that was the whole point. Sweat
began perspiring on my forehead and my hair was starting to become slick. Sam
was sweating but his hair was shorter so it did not look as sweaty. I looked at
his chest. The sweat made him look more toned.
My dick rose from under my towel. I couldn't help it. Sam looked at me
with curious eyes and a slight smirk on his face. He slid closer to me and his
lips closed the gap. I closed my eyes and we made contact. I've only ever
practiced kissing my arm and I had to admit, this was way better. I opened my
eyes and Sam was also enjoying this as much as I was. I reached behind his head
with my right hand. My fingers rummaging through his hair until it found the
optimum spot to gently pull him closer to make the kisses hard and intense. My
left hand gently touched his right arm and then held onto his shoulder. He
opened his eyes as if I had disrupted his fantasy but then his hands began their
mission to caress me. It left hand went behind my back and stroked my back
muscles. His right hand gripped the left of my chest then went onto stroking my
abs. He closed his eyes again. So did I. My dick was growing with the sensation
I was receiving. Our lips did not give up. I felt his tongue searching for mine
and I greeted it. He tasted like hot dog, but that made sense.
His right hand slipped down my abs, penetrating the towel, across my pubes
and grasped my hard-on. He slowly wanked me up and down. I moaned with pleasure
and it vibrated our kissing. It felt good. I decided to give him the same
pleasure. My left hand slowly caressed him arm, I felt his muscles flex as he
was wanking me, and realized I wasn't able to reach his without it disrupting
his hand on mine; which was giving me a rock hard erection, I felt the orgasm
arising, I had to prevent this from happening. His beautiful love-stick was
hidden under the towel so I really wanted to see it again after the shower room
incident. I used my left hand to gently push his right shoulder back and this
made his right hand loosen its grip from my shaft. Our lips clung on until they
departed and we looked into each other's eyes, gazing into each other wondering
whether this was a dream or if in fact it was reality.
I used my hands to indicate to his arms that I wanted control by pushing
his arms down to his sides, I moved over to the front of him as he sat quite
innocently but invitingly. I had my fingers gripped at the top of his towel and
pulled them off his muscular legs. I saw his dick held down by the towel and as
the towel passed over the head of his dick, it sprung up and almost hit me in
the eye. It was huge. It was about 6 inches long, comparing himself with my
average 5 inch dick. I looked up to his eyes and he stared back down, smiling
cutely back, I loved his smile and it was a sign to go down on him. I put my
hands on the bench by the sides of his legs and opened my mouth. My lips
consumed the head of his member. I had never quite imagined the sensation of
having a boy's dick in my mouth. I pushed my head down on his dick, consuming
the length with my mouth. I gripped his dick to prevent it moving with my left
hand and I went further down. He moaned in pleasure. My own dick grew impatient
below but I ignored it. My head was bobbing up and down on Sam's meat in
conjunction; my black, curly fringe tickled his abs as I went down. The mix of
my saliva and sweat made his dick glisten in the light. I used my right hand to
remove Sam's towel and his balls were huge. I was invigorated with a new mission
to get Sam to cum in my mouth. Sam's breathing grew harder and longer, his monster
of a dick doing the same. I found it hard to keep him in my mouth. I could barely
keep four inches in me without his dick-head intruding my throat, in which I would
rise up again; I had doubts to whether I could take his full length in without
choking. Sam seemed eager to have it in my throat too as he grasped my brown curls
and pushed me down. This made the motion to suck him off slower and I allowed him
to push his dick-head into my throat, trying really hard not to choke. It did go
in and I felt his dick pulse as if he was about to cum but being such a rookie, I
choked and his dick quickly retreated from my mouth. I regretted deeply that this
was going to end so abrupt. My dick lost its guard and became semi-flaccid. His
dick looked alright and there was a hint of pre-cum leaking from the slit. I
looked up to Sam who stared back. The smile was gone but his eyes didn't shun me.
"It's ok" He chuckled, breathlessly, and he managed to smile a
re-assuring smile, which I needed for this to continue and end pleasurably.
I could taste a miniscule amount of his pre-cum. It tasted sweet. "I was
pushing too hard. Stand up." He ordered me and I stood up happy that he
wasn't too upset that I couldn't deep-throat him long enough to cum.
My towel clung for dear life as if it did not want to fall. It had
loosened when Sam was jerking me off. And now it clung on to my semi-flaccid
member. My pubes protruded above the towel line trying to savor as much air
as possible in the hot atmosphere. My abs was slick with sweat and the light
made its reflection ambient and heavenly like to look at. Sam looked at me as
well. His hard-on not letting go of any of its hard hormones still pointed up,
as if it were pointing at me. Sam's eyes followed mine and he saw me staring
hungrily for his dick. He looked at me and shook his head with and smiled. He
bent forward and he moved his closer to my towel. My dick grew with this sudden
action from Sam. Sam pulled the towel off suddenly and my dick grew mad with
excitement and flung straight up and became horizontal. My balls in comparison
were less filled than Sam's, as I enjoy jerking in my free-time. Sam's left
hand grabbed them firmly and began massaging between his fingers, all the
while making my dick point to the ceiling. Then I felt something moist, his
mouth had taken my dick-head in. It was warm in contrast to the hot sauna.
It was wet in contrast to the sweat. And both together wrecked havoc to my
body. My abs tensed and my dick hardened. This felt great. My hands would
never compare to a wet, warm mouth. I longed for more and Sam gave it. He
began sucking my shaft, up and down my length, which still was sticking it
to the sky. My hands sought to rub the muscles of his back, stroking his muscles,
to encourage Sam to continue the suction upon my member. His cheek bulged and I
felt it rub against my abs. The thought of his cheek being the separator of my
dick to my abs made me pant with pleasure. I looked down at his slick blonde
highlights in his brown hair as it rose and fell on my dick. It made me even
harder. I was getting close to cumming. Sam then teased me by licking the
under-length hard, pushing it against my pubes. His tongue was broad and licked
as if it were a flat ice-pop. It did wonders to my dick. I felt pre-cum juice
leak from my slit. I moaned heavily as it drizzled down my dick and Sam saw it
like an eagle to its prey, he swooped his mouth over the bud and went down hard.
His left hand still playing a never-ending tune on my balls, taunting my soldiers
to come out from their sac-tents and to shoot into enemy territory, or should I
say friendly territory, really friendly territory. His lips slid down to my hilt
and his nose nuzzled into my pubes. I felt that my dick was about to explode there
and then, deep in his throat. He rose and my dick-head relaxed now that is was
in a slightly larger confinement, although not much. Then it popped out of his
mouth and he pushed it down with his lips and began licking the top of my dick,
pushing it down to a horizontal position, although it really wanted to be up and
proud. I let out a long moan, indicating I was close to climax. Sam stopped. I
panicked and opened my eyes. Did I do something wrong? I looked down and he got
up. Our eyes met and it seemed he had something else on his mind and as if by
reading my mind he said:
"I don't want you to cum... yet." He smiled and he bent over and placed
his towel so that it covered an amount of the surface of the wooden bench,
in which he was satisfied to leave it alone. He turned to me and put his hands
on my shoulder, urging me to sit on his towel. I did. My eyes were looking
directly to his nipples. His pre-6-pack abs taunted me to stroke them, lick
them, and enjoy them for that purpose.
He bent closer to me and with his hands he groped underneath my legs.
It made me instantly erect as he massaged the nerves that told my dick that
the groping felt good. Then with his hands near my ankles he lifted my legs
up and pulled me gently. I felt the towel underneath me move and found my back
was now parallel to the wooden bench. The bench allowed enough room for my back
to lay on it; however my head was folded over my chest as if I were in a hot
bath, trying not to get my head soaked. I felt vulnerable in this position.
Sam slithered his hands and from my calves to my thighs and now pushed the top
of my thighs against my abs, exposing my hole to the sauna heat. His dick
seemed to enjoy the sight and was growing back ever faster. My dick was hard
against my chest and my balls were close to exploding.
I've never had such a sexual experience with anyone in my life. I believed
that Sam intended to fuck me rawly in my asshole. I continuously looked at his
face, glancing past his beautiful chest and at the hungry monster that eyes my
butthole. He held his left hand on my thigh whilst his right reached over to a
small compartment in the wooden pines. He retrieved a condom packet, and with
his teeth and his right hand he ripped it open along the jagged each. He then
had to remove his left hand and use both hands to roll the condom over his
dick-head and along his length. My legs seemed to be fixed in position as they
did not fall back down or rather they were eager for Sam to enter my butt and
feel the vibrations against them.
I watched Sam roll up the condom ring up to his pubes. He looked at me
to see if I was ready. I looked back with no regret or shame and nodded a small
nod to say I was ready. Then he moved closer, braced my under-thighs and moved
his pelvis towards my hole. The head of his dick pushed against my virgin hole.
My hole didn't want him in or rather did not know what to make of this new
invader. Sam pushed and more of his head was squeezing in. I whelped at the
pressure it caused on my hole, it felt like a reverse-shit. Instead of leaving
my hole it was trying to get in. Then his dick-head was in, only the head, it
seemed too much already for me to handle. My hole kinda relaxed for that
split-moment as it knew the worse was over. Sam's head had popped inside me
like somebody saying hello from around the corner with just their head showing.
Soon that somebody would show themselves from around the corner to reveal who
they were. Sam pushed his pelvis and more of his dick slid inside my hole. The
lubricated condom did help ease the monster in. I held my breath as he pushed
further in me. My hole consuming his length deeper inside me and then Sam
suddenly pushed right in as I felt his ball-sac slap my butt and I felt his
pubes touch my scrotum.
"Oooooh my god!" I screamed. The air I had conserved by holding my breath
whooshed out of me. The pain was excruciating but it gave me pleasure to see
Sam's face fill up with pleasure. He pulled his length out but only to the
where the dick-head was about to leave. He didn't want to prolong the pleasure
by popping out. He pushed in and out his length and began a constant rhythm.
His balls slapping against my butt and my dick was rocking hard and slapped my
chest repeatedly like a percussion of a song. Our breathing synchronized like
a pendulum as our breaths became short bursts of air, moaning in pleasure. The
pain subsided but decided to linger in the background. That somebody I mentioned
was now jumping in and out of the door frame, constantly saying hello, goodbye,
hello, and goodbye.
I was mesmerized by the dick sliding in and out of me. I stared as it
enjoyed being inside me and wanting to go back in for more like a kid at a
water-park, wanting to go on it again. Sweat dripped from Sam's hair onto my
already wet dick. I feel that Sam's dick was getting harder as my hole squeezed
on him. Then I felt his dick-head grow and pulse inside me. It wanted to
explode, but being confined in the condom it was eager to try to escape as if
it were knocking on the walls of my insides. My own dick began to leak.
"Oooooooooooh!" The sperm flew. The first soldiers shot high and proud
and got me in the face near my nose. The rest of the boot-camp flooded over my
chest, over my nipples and over my abs. The adventurous ones dove down into my
belly button.
All the while Sam finally exploded and I felt his dick-head pulse like a
maniac in a strap-jacket, trying to escape. I didn't feel any cum in my insides
but I was sure that the condom would be filled with Sam's soldiers. Sam
collapsed over me, still in me, and began kissing me heavily on my lips. He
seemed to notice the cum near my nose and it drizzled down, his nose tip felt
it and he removed his lips from mine. Rose a little, stuck out his tongue and
scooped the cum on his tongue. He then resumed to my lips, feeding my tongue
with my own cum. I closed my eyes as I kissed and swallowed my cum. It didn't
taste sweet. It tasted like nothing really. Sam's dick had finally become
semi-flaccid as my insides seemed to win the battle inside and was pushing
the invader out. Sam couldn't but help to keep it in and it soon just flopped
out, exhausted. That somebody who had come in to say hello and goodbye over
and over had finally given a handshake and left. My legs started to fall back
over the edge of the bench. Sam still kissing me hard, it was heavenly. I just
wanted to fall asleep there with Sam and never wake up. My balls were swelling.
They had sent every soldier available. The children of the soldiers are left
behind, for they will grow up to be soldiers one day and enter the same perilous
mission as the ones before them.
After minutes of kissing, our lips grew tired and ached. Sam got his hands
to prop himself up. Then held my back and lifted me up. We stood, sweaty and
exhausted, and Sam pushed us closer. My cum still flowing slowly down my chest.
His right hand reached in front and scooped up my cum with the index finger. He
then ate my cum in front of me, knowing I was watching. His wet finger left his
mouth and he smiled.
"What do I taste like?" I asked, enchanted by this siren of love. I stared
longingly into his eyes.
"Sweet." He smiled his wondrous smile. I didn't think I tasted sweet.
Perhaps it's like when people say you smell and you can't smell what they're
smelling. Maybe it's like that.
"What do I taste like?" He asked invitingly by pushing out his pelvis.
"Oh from my research, you taste sweet as well." I replied smiling.
"However, I need to confirm my hypothesis." I kneeled down. I peeled the
cum-filled condom still dangling on his member and the cum slid along his
flaccid length. His cum shone white reflections from the lighting and I consumed
his flaccid member into darkness.
Sam looked down and watched me with admiration.
"Promise me that this will be our special place." He said.
I nodded below him and I gobbled his dick in my mouth. He tasted ever so
sweet. I felt a pulse from his dick. As if it was growing. I looked up at him
and smiled.
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---Chapter 4---
Sam and I grew close and these sessions in the sauna became quite
frequent. Sam started to hang around with my friends at school, although
he was quite a geek on the inside, he did try to get to know me and my skater
lifestyle more. I wondered whether I should start paying attention to classes
but decided that the idea should be put back in the box of crazy ideas. It
makes more sense that Sam related to me than I did to him. So I decided to pop
the question. I asked Sam to come with me to the rock gig where some of the best
bands were going to play. He said yes. This made me blush and I pulled my cap
down to hide it. I had finally had someone to share my experiences with. I'm
sure he would have a blasting good time.
Since our tickets had us in the standing area at the bottom of the stadium,
we had to get there early. Upon my head, I wore a beanie cap that had a skull
stitched to the side. I was wearing my black and grey gothic-looking t-shirt
which had amongst its dark design the words "Strength and Honor" printed on the
back. It was tight against my chest which as an elaborate attempt to present my
flat chest. I was also wearing tight blue jeans for a change. My outfit in
contrast to my baggy outfit was crucial in this time and this place. If I wore
my baggy clothes, I would be dragged around in the crowd and there was more
surface area to be tossed around in. With the skinny outfit I would be able to
dodge the projectiles of beer and piss and be able to slip through easier
through the crowds as it does get hectic on the dance floor if I could even
call it that. Besides, I wanted to show off my body to all the think-alike
boys out there and even be able to get some action. Sam being a gig-virgin
wore a plain black shirt and regular black jeans. At least he tried, I guess,
nevertheless we were going to have a rock like hell.
When we arrived I saw the fans linger outside drinking alcohol and eating
hotdogs and burgers. There were stalls selling merchandise such as t-shirts,
hoodies and bags of my favorite band. We went to the stall and I felt my mind
get a boner of excitement. I wanted the t-shirt with the best print. They
usually had the tour cities on the back. Sam comes to my side.
"Pick one, it's on me." I looked at him to see if the offer was genuine.
The smile I received confirmed it. Considering that the t-shirts were £20 a pop,
I felt like I was a prince being offered a free stallion to ride. I was spoilt
for choice. I couldn't decide between two really good prints. One print had a
picture of an emo-ish guy kissing a shorter emo-ish girl but you couldn't tell
that the girl was a girl from far away. That attracted me to that print. It
looked hot even if it was a girl. The other print had a silhouette of the band
and cartoon faces. It looked cute and would definitely be worth owning. I turned
to Sam who was examining the hustle and bustle of the fans eager to purchase
a memory.
"Which one do you think I should get? This one," I pointed to the
emo-kiss print. "or that one?" I pointed to the band cartoon.
"Hmm, I'd say the one with the guy kissing the other guy." I didn't want
to correct him as he was buying it for me and I liked his thinking.
"Why?" I asked curious for a reason.
"Well, it reminds me of us." He smiled and wrapped his left arm over my
shoulder and pecked me on the cheek. Even though it was quick, it made my cheeks
go rosy red with embarrassment
"Ewww." I kidded as I wiped the wetness off my cheek and smiled back. "I
guess I'll take that one please kind sir."
We gave our tickets and entered the huge stadium. The amount of seats
could fit thousands of people and the standing area I knew would contain just
as much of us like little ants heaping on each other to reach the queen ant,
the stage. We could see the stage on the far side from us. The standing area
was covered with grey platforms connected together like a jigsaw. Even though
the bands weren't going to be playing until an hour or two had passed, I was
eager to get as close to the stage as possible. I slithered my way past fans
that had beers in their hands or fans on the floor who wanted to keep their
space. I thought that their efforts would go unheeded when the music starts,
it will get mental. I saw Sam lag behind so I grabbed his wrist and dragged him
with me. He seemed to be in shock or perhaps awe and the sheer volume of the
stadium and how the seats were slowly becoming packed with like-minded people.
I had finally found a suitable spot close to the stage and we stopped. I looked
at Sam and his eyes seemed to be floating all over the place. I smiled. This was
perfect. I was with my partner in a place I wanted to be.
"Hey guys, you're taking my spot." A petite voice almost came from nowhere.
I looked down to see a young boy sitting on the grey platform near our feet. The
boy had spiky, short, blonde hair that seemed to be gelled into place. His hair
was even shorter along the sides of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of punks
who brandish pink Mohawks, except this boy's was his natural hair color and the
width of the Mohawk was wider. His face was a cute little face, there were no
blemishes or acne like you would expect from teenagers. His skin was perfect and
I bet it was smooth to touch. He wore a loose vest like the ones basketball
players wear, it was white and loose. Since I had a birds-eye view I could see
under his neck and into his vest. His body was petit and his little nipples erect.
From this view I could see that his abs was crunched and I was amazed to see that
he had a ripped chest. He wore some skinny combat shorts that came to his calves.
His calves were toned well. He got up. He bent over. His butt was in perfect
proportion He picked up a cup tray, like the ones you get at fast food joints,
which had four cups of alcohol in it. One of which was half drunk. Then he rose.
"The floor was getting too hard for me to sit on, anyway." He said as he
used his right hand, whilst balancing the drinks with his left, to rub his bottom
so blood could flow properly once more. He looked at me then at Sam and he sort
of nodded in approval.
"So you guys big fans?" His voice was slightly squeaky, as if he hadn't hit
puberty.
"I am." I proudly announced. "But my friend is new to this, it's his first
time."
"Ah, a virgin." The boy said. "Well, I've been to quite a few myself."
"You look really young to be a devoted fan. How old are you exactly?" I
asked curious.
He was two years younger than me. Sam was one year older than me.
"Anyway, my name is Trent. You guys fancy a drink?" He lifted up his tray.
"Sure." I took a drink from the tray. Sam took one too.
We stood there waiting for the bands to come on. Drinking the alcoholic
beer seemed to pass the time. Trent had finished his half-cup and was now on his
second. It was getting more crowded as more people came from behind. Those sitting
on the floor, stood up afraid they might get trampled and forgotten. Finally, the
show began with a starter band. The starter band was a less famous band playing
their songs to get recognized and attempting to recruit fans to buy their stuff.
They weren't too bad but I was growing tired of waiting. I wanted to see the good
stuff. I finished my beer. Sam still had his; he seemed to be sipping it slowly.
Trent saw that I had finished and downed his last beer in one swift gulp. I saw
his Adam's apple ripple as the beer slithered down his throat. He finished and
threw the cup on the floor.
"Looks like we need another round of drinks for my new friend Tom. Sam you
ok?" Sam nodded. "Ok, I'll be back" Trent looked at me and smiled. A cute but
strangely inquisitive smile. Trent disappeared into the crowd.
Finally, it was time. The crowd was wild, chanting together "Blink 182.
Blink 182." I joined them, raising my hands in the air as if pointing to the
stage to open up and give us what we want. The lights of the stage were out and
liquid nitrogen was seeping across the floor. Trent finally came back, it seemed
ages since he had left. He had two beers in his hand. Sam had long finished his
and was still holding the empty cup.
I was too entranced in the chanting to notice when Trent drugged me.
Trent used his teeth of his small mouth to grip the edge of the plastic
cup, freeing up his right hand. He then reached into his combats and produced
a plastic packet containing pills. He took two out and plopped one in each cup.
The pill sizzled and shrunk. It soon became camouflaged by the bubbles of the
beer. Sam saw Trent do this and became alert to Trent's intention. I turned
around to see Trent with the drinks and I grabbed one and took a gulp of it.
"Cheers Trent." I thanked gratefully. The beer did wonders to my nerves
and I was ready to rock. Before I could turn back to the stage, Sam held my arm
and tried to say something but that's when a huge roar from the crowd told me
that Blink 182 was now on stage. I turned and raised my free hand to reach for
the open night sky. Even Trent was jumping up and down, like a fish squirming
to be free, his free hand in the air, some of his beer splashed out of the cup.
Everyone had their hands in their air. Everyone except Sam.
The music started to echo across the stadium. The acoustic beat forcing
everyone to jump in the air. I quickly finished my beer to prevent spillage
and to free up my hand. Then began the mayhem that I had expected to happen;
I loved it. It first begins with everyone from the behind pushing forward to
the stage. The people who had camped out at the front to save their position
close to the stage would soon find out that this was to their folly. They
would be pushed forward against the metal rails and lose their footing on
their ideal position. Larger guys would push forward, trying to steal a closer
spot, squashing all the feeble. Quite suddenly the crowd was moving. There
would be those trying to move forward and there would be those who would push
backwards as they were just too cramped at the front. I was instantly
man-handled by the crowd and I lost Sam in the mayhem. I was sure that I'd be
able to find him either during or after the gig so I didn't worry about it.
I was in really high mood. Trent being small squirmed through and managed to
get to me. The music rocked and I decided to ignore the pushing and jumped up
and down. Quite frankly I was really hyper and didn't know at the time. My
tight clothing's purpose was now in motion. It allowed me to rub myself
against the youthful boys. The good-looking skaters, emos, punks and twinks.
For some reason, I got instantly hard rubbing myself up against a teenager
with blonde mop style hair. I was loving it.
After a while, the gig-virgins probably got used to the pushing and
probably learnt how to push back or join in. It got incredibly hot even
though the night sky above indicated a cold front. However with all the
boys panting, sweating, jumping, and pushing, we seemed to be like a pack
of penguins huddled together, creating warmth, but instead we were
creating heat and sweat.
Trent was still with me. Enjoying the music as much as I was.
Enjoying the friction with other boys I weren't too sure. Boy, those sitting
on the seats of the stadium were really missing out. In the standing area
where everything was going on, we were a unity of boys, moving as one.
Trent surprised me by squirming his small body in front of me when I was
still jumping to the beat, waving my hand in the wave of hands. I didn't
have a care in the world. The music was loud and it was like my heart wanted
to jump out of my chest. This gig has got to be the wildest I've ever seen
and the wildest I've ever been. It was so crowded. My chest seemed to be
attached to Trent's back. I could feel the sweat on his back mingle with the
sweat on my chest even through his vest and my t-shirt. I had a raging
erection, pushing against my tight jeans. Having Trent, this boy wonder in
front of it did not help but agonize me into a sexual frenzy. I rubbed my
pelvis against his perfect buns. He seemed to push back into my pelvis,
agonizing me even more. I could smell his young boy odor. It was like an
aphrodisiac as it drove me crazy. I wanted to fuck Trent there and then. I
bent my head over his neck and sucked and kissed his neck and under-jaw, his
chin rose to point upwards. I wanted to eat the smell off his neck. I nibbled
on his flesh and he gasped at my ferocity. My hands lowered and invaded the
sides of his loose vest, allowing me to grab his boy nipples and twist them
with lust. He cried aloud but it was quiet compared to the music and the
singing from both the band and the fans. If anyone saw me dry-humping, eating,
or twisting this boy wonder and negative thoughts arose from their minds, I
didn't care. I was in my own world now, where the only people in it were me
and Trent. The pushing would only help me in my plight. This boy was mine and
no one else's. Then quite suddenly, I moaned into Trent's ear and I was nibbled
on it. I jizzed in my pants, I felt pulse after pulse of cum leaving my dick
but getting caught into the fabric of my pants and restricted from escape by
my jeans. I've got to admit that this has never happened before. I've never
jizzed at a gig although I've been close. Today was the first time I did jizz
and I jizzed a lot. It was probably due to my senses being whacked over by the
ecstasy that Trent put in my drink. What I don't know won't hurt me, will it?
It begins with a small group of boys pushing forward. Then the receiving
boys push back. If there is competition, a group forms and they begin to push
each other deliberately. Soon a circle forms as they push it open to give
them more room to push around. A small circle becomes a large circle. Those
inside the circle are sharks. Those outside are shoals of fish who want to
stay out of the circle of sharks. Sometimes a fish is pushed in by their own
panicking shoal and the sharks devour it. People not wanting to get in pushed
away from the centre where the only boys with great bravado stood their ground,
willing to push back. Those who were in the seats of the stadium would see
these circles forming and perhaps they thought themselves lucky but these
circles weren't as vicious as they might have thought. Even though the
pushing was quite unexpected or unwanted, it was done so in a friendly manner.
As if it was a side game that the boys can play whilst listening to the raving
music. And if someone did fall, they would help them back up. My past
experiences, I had not jumped into the fray. My bravado was not sufficient
for entry level into the circle. I usually watched as the boys play around
in the circle. If the action gets to its peak, you could see the young, cute
boys strip their tops off and the game becomes a topless battle of sweat. It
made me hard just to see the boys wrestle with their flat chests. Some having
ripped abs, some didn't. They were mainly teenagers, although you do get your
occasional macho-dominant male who was muscular and overpowered the young ones.
The young ones would attempt to jump onto the dominant male and be swung around
by his huge muscles. If anyone did get injured or if they faint, they would
be lifted to the nearest staff-manned rail and carried out for checks or fresh
air.
The mayhem initiated. One such circle began its vicious cycle behind us.
Rapidly, the people behind us were getting consumed. Those around me quickly
decided whether they were men or mice, whether they were sharks or fish. Trent
saw the circle forming and his eyes lit up.
"Hell yeah!" He screamed to be heard over the music and the panic. He
squirmed to be free in the circle. It was a fact that it was cooler in the
circle due to the free space stolen from the people around. Trent circled
around, side-stepping with his arms out, as if taunting the other sharks to
wrestle with him. I remained at the side watching. This time, I still doubted
my bravado level. Although there was a little boy inside me, urging me to go
in, to have some fun. Trent wrestled with another boy who was as young as he.
This other boy was as ripped and muscular as Trent. He was already topless
and the little muscles of his back flexed as he tried overpowering Trent.
The other boy had got his arm over Trent's back, wrapping around to Trent's
chest. This locked Trent from getting out or up as the other boy held his grip
and pushed down. Trent was bent over with his butt waving in front of me. Their
struggle moved closer to me and Trent's butt by luck moved towards me and it
clashed into my pelvis. I thought my hard-on almost snapped by the impact. This
forced me into the crowd behind. They pushed back and I was thrown into the fray,
stumbling into the circle against my own will. A dominant male saw me as I was
on all fours, trying to get my footing. He looked at my ass in my tight jeans.
He wanted to dominate me. He ignored two young boys, gripping his arms and
pushing against his back, and went directly to me. Trent was still in the lock.
He pushed backwards and the other boy's grip still held on but instead it moved
Trent's vest. As Trent maneuvered back out of the grip, his boy abs was exposed
as he pulled outwards away from the other boys grip. This maneuver gave the
other boy a better grip around Trent's neck. Trent's vest was caught around his
neck, his youthful body exposed to the cold air. I thought he probably made it
worse for himself as he struggled to get out. He did have more mobility with his
arms now as he gripped the other boy's sides and tried to push him away. The
other boy's grip was still strong. I could see that both our situations left us
dominated. As the hulk closed in, his huge arms were about to grab me around my
chest. He could quite possibly rape me if he so wished. I looked so feeble and
vulnerable. Just about when I thought my life was over, I looked up to see Trent.
He saw my eyes, which were probably saying good bye. What happened next amazed
me in awe. Trent saw that I was in peril. He wrapped his arms around the other
boy's skinny chest and lifted him above his shoulder. The other boy gripped on
still, trying not to fall. With the boy on his shoulder, Trent ran towards me,
somewhat sluggish due to his weight load. I saw his boy muscles of his chest flex
beautifully. He had a ripped 6-pack. It was as if someone had stacked bricks and
then painted a layer of flesh. The lines of his 6-pack were well defined. I
wanted to use my tongue and like the lines of his packs. He charged and using
the other boy like a battering ram, he knocked into the hulk and the hulk was
knocked aside. The other boy lost his grip and fell with his back to the floor.
In his last attempts he grabbed for anything to hold on to. He got Trent's vest
and as he fell he pulled on it to ease his fall. It ripped and half of Trent's
vest lay on his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. There was a thud
as the other boy hit the ground. We both looked at him and he seemed ok as his
eyes looked directly into the sky. I could see his boy chest heaving up and
down which signified that he was still breathing. Trent led me away through
the initial ring of people watching the chaos. The hulk saw me go but decided
to help the other boy up. My vision of them was covered as the ring of people
closed behind us.
We found a less crowded area and we panted; Trent with exhaustion and
myself with a mixture of exhilaration and fear. My eyes were all over the place.
The ecstasy of the situation beat heavily on my heart beat and I could barely
breathe. I looked at Trent and was thankful for his divine intervention. I was
tired. The music was still beating down on the ravenous crowd and giving our
hearts an extra beat. My beautiful savior looked at me, more exhausted than me
and for a good reason. I reached out and wrapped my around him. I didn't care
if anyone eyed at us strangely. I felt his heartbeat against my chest. He
probably felt mine too. This was my boy wonder, I held him dearly, as my lips
fell on his lips. It reminded me of that print on the t-shirt. Speaking of
which, I took out the t-shirt which had hung from my waist as I had found
nowhere safe to put it. I let Trent wear it as he had lost his vest helping
me. He slid the brand new t-shirt over his sweaty body. I was reluctant to
see his beautiful chest go but I felt I needed to care for Trent, like he
cared for me. We looked to the stage. My left arm wrapped over his shoulder.
I felt a smaller arm wrap around my back. It was bliss.
After the gig finished, the crowds began to leave. I was tip-toeing
trying to spot Sam in the crowd. Trent was next to me. It was late now and
the cold air touched out skin. It kinda made me miss the hotness the reveled
here just moments ago. Trent held my left arm in his arms, hugging it and
not wanting to let go. I guess it kept our exposed arms warmer. There were
plastic cups and disposable consumables all over the grey platforms. Liquids
gave some areas a strange stain as you couldn't tell whether it was beer or
piss. Piss being a suspect as people deep in the crowd did not want to go
to the toilet; instead they would piss in their cups and toss them into the
crowd. I was subject to a few splatters during the gig. I hoped that it was
beer. As I overheard some gig-virgins who were just as young as Trent saying
that the gig was fucking awesome. I just nodded my head in agreement. Sam
found us as we stood there. The look on Sam's face was not as I quite remember
it. He looked angry.
"Where the fuck was you!?" He was definitely pissed off.
"We got lost when everyone started pushing." I replied slightly unnerved
by his tone of voice. I've never seen Sam like this.
"You found this little twat, that's for sure."
"He found me." I argued, trying to be righteous.
"Well why didn't you try find me in the fucking mosh pit?"
"I thought you'd be ok and it looks like you're..."
"I tried looking for you." Sam interrupted. He looked at Trent who
was still wrapped on my left arm. His eyes widened with realization.
"What's he doing wearing my gift for you?"
"His vest got ripped..."
"Yeah, by fucking who Tom!?"
"By some idiot in the pit." Sam was getting more pissed, I could
see it in the way he started getting fidgety.
"Yeah, no shit." It sounded like he was accusing me.
"Look Sam, don't take this the wrong way..."
"Shut the fuck up. Tom, I don't believe you'd pick some little
twat over me. I saw him slip a pill in your drink but you were none the
wiser. I tried to warn you but you ignored me." I suddenly realized why I
had been so crazed and hyper and I looked at Trent to see his eyes. I felt
betrayed but it was kind of OK, since it made the gig a whole much better.
I wanted to salvage the situation but I didn't want to lose either of them.
"Fuck! I only came to this shithole for you and for the entire time
you've been with this little whore."
"Sam, get a hold of yourself. I've never seen you like this."
"What!? Never seen me angry!? Why shouldn't I be? I really thought
you and I had something real special. I don't know but I'm not feeling all
that great to be honest." He was getting emotional.
A black security guard and a heavily built skinhead with and earpiece
came up to us.
"Sorry lads. You have to leave for the cleaning crew to do their job."
"Fuck it. I'm leaving." Sam turned and went off. I watched him go.
I wanted to go after him but Trent was still on my arm. Sam didn't look back.
I asked Trent how he was getting home and where his home was even.
He told me he took the tube and a bus. He lived in a town close to mine. So
I decided I'd take him home. He seemed to relax on my arm. When we were sitting
on the tube, he asked me a lot of questions about me. Like how old I was, where
I lived, what school I went to and if Sam was my lover. The last question caught
me off-guard. I suppose I was but after the commotion at the stadium, I wasn't
too sure now. I said yes to the boy's question. After a few more questions we
got off the tube and took the bus towards his town. The bus being slower was
more comfortable for Trent as he laid his head on my arm. Luckily he had told
me his stop because I didn't want to wake the innocent boy at every passing
stop. When we got to his stop, I shook him gently on his arm. I felt the little
muscles wiggle to my touch and he opened his eyes.
"We're here."
We got off the bus and he led me to a large, white house with two cars
in the driveway. His parents must been rich to have this sort of set-up. I
stood on the pavement and was reluctant to move any closer.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye" I said. He let go off my left arm and
my arm was finally free. I could see the grip marks he made on my arm from
holding onto it for a long time. I hadn't realized that he held it that hard.
"Yeah, I guess..." He replied with a tone of sadness. He didn't go to my
school; he went to some preppy private school. I guess that today was some sort
of release.
The door of the house opened and a beautiful woman whose cheeks looked
a lot like Trent's stood there.
"Trent? Is that you?" She enquired.
"Yes mum." He scurried to his house and up the front porch.
"Does your friend want to come in?" She asked. Trent looked back at me,
his eyes inviting me to come in.
"Naw, I've got to get back Mrs..."
"That's alright." She didn't offer me her surname. She looked at Trent
and sniffed his gelled hair.
"Well, I'll see you around Trent." Feeling the coldness received on his
mother's behalf. Perhaps she didn't want my kind to corrupt her son but believe
me, the boy wonder was corrupt in his own beautiful way and she couldn't stop
him. I waved and began walking down the pavement. I put my hands in my pockets
to keep them warm.
"Bye." I heard him say. I felt his eyes follow me. I heard his mum say
that he stunk and needed to wash for school the next day. I heard the door close.
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---Chapter 5---
When I went back into school, Sam came up to me and he apologized for
being such an asshole at the gig. I apologized as well, saying that it would
have been better and worthwhile if we had re-united and stuck together. I
promised him that I wouldn't leave him alone again. This was kinda like a kiss
and make up. He asked about Trent. I told him that I just took him home. Sam
didn't enquire anymore on that detail. A few weeks passed and life was getting
back to normal. Sam and I went to the sauna to indulge in each other's bodies;
we seemed to cherish what we had. Sam seemed to fuck my asshole more passionately.
He kissed me harder like a boy on a mission, the mission to keep me his. His
mission was successful and I did not see any forecast that would cause it to
fail until...
After school as I was leaving, I recognized the slender body of Trent.
He was wearing a hoody with his hands in his pockets. He saw me with my
skateboard in my hand and he rushed to me.
"Hey." The squeakiness in his petite voice brought memories of our
encounter.
"Hey." I replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you."
"Why?"
"I miss you." I felt my heart jump. Did Trent have a crush on me?
"How long have you been waiting?" I asked, trying to cover my thoughts
by changing the subject.
"Oh... not that long." I looked at where he had been sitting on the wall.
There were quite a few cans of drink. He must have been waiting a while for the
school gates to open. I didn't know what to say or do.
"So..." I said. "What do you want?"
"I dunno, I thought we could hang out or something?" He smiled that
inquisitive smile. It wasn't as tender and caring as Sam's smile but it seemed
to get the idea across just as well if not curtly.
"Well, my mates are skating at the park in a few hours if you're up for
it." He nodded. His hair flopping gently over his forehead, not gelled like when
I last saw it.
"I've got to get home to get some cones for us to skate around. I'll
see you there, say about two hours?"
"Yep." I left him there at the gate. I felt his eyes follow me.
He did turn up and he watched me the entire time. When we finished, I
asked him whether he was bored and he denied it. He said he liked watching me.
I could get used to this but I kinda felt that I was sneaking behind Sam's back.
"See ya around." I said to Trent and left the park.
Trent came back every day after school. He always sat in the same
position. I told him not to sit there and rather to meet me at the park so that
Sam wouldn't catch him and get suspicious. My skater mates recognized him now as
another of my weird friends until one day Trent brought his own skateboard. He
even started wearing baggy clothes. At first I was chuffed that he wanted to be
like me but it did not display his thin, slender body. He got real close to my
skater mates and was on a first name basis with them. Sam never got this close
or related to me this way. I liked Trent for his persistence but we never did
anything wild. I occasionally gave him a kiss when we said goodbye. He seemed
to be satisfied with that as he would smile and leave. It was like he considered
my kisses like a payment and he probably spent that kiss in his own way.
I felt like I was grooming this beautiful boy into another version of
myself. I changed my clothing style to the skin-tight version, only to manipulate
this boy into wearing things alike and he followed suit. The skin-tight version
of Trent made me hard when I saw him. My bulging crotch trapped beneath the tight
jeans. I would wank myself whilst thinking of him, when I knew I was alone. He
was two years younger than me. It felt like I was looking after a younger brother.
Yet I had pangs of desire occasionally but I kept them at bay for the sake of Sam.
I thought Trent understood this but I knew he wanted more.
One day, after a skate session in the park, I laid on the grass underneath
a massive willow. Trent laid next to me with a hand propping his head up as he
looked admiringly at me. I didn't quite understand his fascination with me. He
was well defined and probably able to catch anyone in his sexual grasp, yet here
he was admiring me. I sort of picked this location deliberately because the massive
willow tree which it's branches covered the view of any passersby. I wanted Trent
to have his way with me. Instead of wanking alone afterwards, I wanted Trent to be
my release. He had charmed me and I was in his control. My tight shirt struggled
to cover me and exposed my boxers above my tight jeans. Trent looked longingly at
the sight. I looked back and he looked at me. I nodded. He took this opportunity
and wasn't going to let it go by. He got up and moved over my legs. He unbuttoned
the jean button and zipped down the fly. The jeans were tight and my boxers wanted
to stretch skywards. The bulge of my crotch was still trapped by the jeans. Trent
would have to pull them down to access my member. He realized this and tried to
pull them down by gripping his fingers down the sides. I had to lift my buttocks
up and it eased down slightly. I usually had this much difficulty taking them off
myself. Finally my bulging erection was now only confined by my white boxers. I
used my right had to lift my tight t-shirt up to expose my abs and my right nipple.
Trent looked and followed my hand and he sighed in the view. He then grasped the
top of my boxers and unraveled my hard-on. It stood erect like a rocket. It was
glad to be free. Trent looked at the dick and eyed it. This was the first time he
had ever seen my dick. After examining the length, he nodded in approval. He
rapped his delicate fingers around my shaft and started stroking it up and down.
I moaned with pleasure. This felt good, better than any of my wanks. He rose up
and began licking my exposed nipple. His tongue was thin and flexible, tonguing
over and around my nipple. He was still jerking me off. I was still moaning,
enjoying the sensation. I closed my eyes and my neck stretched as my head laid
back, relaxing to the pleasure. My breaths were getting harsher as I was getting
close to cumming. No sooner than I thought it I exploded, my cum shot all over
his t-shirt splattering grey, silverfish cum over his grey tight t-shirt. He
felt it and stopped licking.
"You should have said, silly." He said in his cute petite voice. "Now my
turn."
He got up and began unraveling his soiled t-shirt. His bricks of muscle
ere now exposed, his nipples following after. He pulled it off after the tight
t-shirt clung to his head until it pulled free causing his hair to flop back
down. I looked at his perfect boy chest. My dick tried to become erect, I
wanted it to but it didn't rise. It was like trying to start a failed engine.
My jizz was leaking onto my abs. He threw his trainers aside with ease. His abs
crunching as he bent over to throw them aside. Trent unbuckled his belt and
pulled it out with a swift pull. Chucking the belt aside, he unbuttoned and
unzipped his tight jeans. He shimmied the jeans to his ankles and kicked them
off. This left his cute pale blue boxers on his thin legs and the front
protruded like a tent by his erection. His left thumb entered the rim of his
boxers and pulled them down so his erection flung over the top. I looked amazed.
He was as long as I was. He groped his meat with his right hand and pulled the
foreskin over his dick-head and came closer to me. He lowered his pelvis as he
sat on my upper chest. He used his right thumb and index finger to aim the
meat-stick in my face. I opened my mouth and he directed himself inside. The
head popped in my mouth and Trent pushed his length further. I could feel his
boy pubes tickle my nose. His dick tasted twice as good as his odor smelt like.
He then pulled himself entirely out. My mouth made a popping noise as it closed
quickly. His dick was wet with my saliva. I swallowed the remaining saliva in
my mouth as he had remnants of his young sweaty dick taste. My lips puckered
hungry for more.
"Bite down so your teeth are closed." I did it and gave him a weird smile
showing my teeth had in fact closed. He then grabbed my cheeks and used his
thumb to pry my mouth open. "Now keep them closed."
He then moved his pelvis to direct his erect member into the small opening
of my pried mouth. He slid it in and as his head slid in, the sides of my right
cheek bulged as if it was the same pale blue boxers that held the dick in before.
He was using my teeth and my cheeks to massage his dick. He pulled his length in
and out and my cheek expanded and deflated accordingly. He grasped the back of
my hair to push my head onto his dick; he got into a rhythm as he fucked my
cheek. It was like he was brushing my teeth with his dick. I moaned in union
with his moaning above me. My right cheek was aching as it stretched to hold
his meat in. I used my right hand to hold his dick, he let me, and I changed
it so that he was fucking my left cheek. He moaned with equal pleasure. His
pelvis moved slower as he was reaching his climax. I was kinda glad as both
cheeks were thoroughly fucked and aching.
"Oh... I'm going to cum Tom. Where do you want me to cum?" He asked with short
pants of breath.
I unlocked my teeth and allowed his wet dick to flop into the larger area
of my mouth. I then pushed my head closer; my mouth consumed more of his young
length. The head reached my throat and I tried hard to keep pushing and it did.
"Oh boy. Oh boy. Here I cum!" The initial spurt went directly down my
throat. It felt like I was drowning, my throat's gag reflex pushed Trent's
pulsing dick out and I tried to recoup by grasping his dick with my right and
keeping it in my mouth, not willing for it to escape. He continued to release
shot after shot in my mouth and the capacity was almost to the maximum. Once
the pulsing stopped, I could feel his member softening in my mouth. I swallowed
all of the boy cum and sucked his dick clean of cum. Strangely, his cum tasted
of nothing. Nevertheless I enjoyed its slippery texture as it ran down my neck.
Trent panted and collapsed to the side of me. He wrapped his arm across my abs
and we just lay there for a while, exposed and depleted.
Sam had noticed a change in me. He noticed the way I was avoiding him at
school. The way I changed my clothing style, he just didn't recognize me anymore.
Our sauna sessions were starting to become like doing chores. He confronted me
about it. He said it felt like that I had my mind elsewhere and didn't feel any
emotion from me when we had sex. He asked me what was wrong. He stood and
thought for a while. I was speechless and unresponsive. He then sussed me out.
He told me to spit it out, where and when I was with Trent. I told him. He
looked pissed off but he tried his best not to express it. I didn't tell him
about my under-the-tree session with Trent as that would throw him over the
edge. He sighed. He told me that when we meet for the next time in the sauna,
he wanted me to forget about the kid. I said that I would and I kissed him.
"You even taste different." He said as he walked away.
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"Hey Tom, your friend is waiting in your usual room." The receptionist
being an employee to a gay sauna showed no mercy in presenting himself. He
moisturized and used make up and liked to know the latest fashions. His voice
was flamboyant as his looks. He knew Sam and me from our weekly visits.
"Thanks." I got my locker key and put my stuff in the locker. I went to
our usual room, door number 7 and opened it. He lay there with a small cloth
wrapped around his waist. I doubted that it was wrapped on properly and that
he just had it there for me to yearn for what lay beneath. I looked across his
perfect chest and saw his face. It was not Sam. My mind felt like it jumped out
of my head and then back in. I gulped at this boy laid in front of me. Oh my
boy wonder, he was beautiful in every way but he did not belong here.
"What are you doing here?" I interrogated. "You shouldn't be here Trent."
Trent propped himself with his elbows. His abs creased slightly.
"To see you of course." I realized that his stalking ability should be
commended; he should work for the secret police at this rate.
"Did you follow me here?" I sounded like a school teacher telling off
his pupil. He looked away and his lips curled as if to tell me he was guilty.
"I saw you go in with Sam. I only wanted to be with you."
"Sam wouldn't like it if he saw you here. I think you should leave."
"Why should I?" His tone of voice turned defiant. "I got here first."
He added, almost childishly.
"OK, I'll leave..." I replied sarcastically.
"No wait... we can share the sauna room... There's plenty of room." I stood
there. The door still open.
"Come on, please." He pleaded. I sighed. I closed the door behind me and
sat on the wooden bench. It was awkward and silent. I just had thoughts rushing
through my confused mind.
"So... what do you and Sam do here?" I wasn't too sure how to answer that
one. Trent looked at me from his laid position. He decided to change the subject.
"It's really hot in here. I think I'll let this breathe." His right hand
reached over to his flannel-sized towel, whilst his left elbow held him chest
up, and pulled it off his smooth skin. I think he was trying to lure me to him.
He saw me watching him. Knowing this, his right hand started stroking his member.
It slowly grew in length. He used his thumb and index finger to wave it around.
I grew hard.
"I could see under your towel, I know you like what you see. So why don't
you come over and join me." He said still waving his now fully hard dick. I
tried to resist but he was just so charming. I couldn't resist. I moved over.
My erection bulged under my towel. Trent saw me coming over and he got up and
swung his legs over the table.
"Here, sit down." He patted the area next to him. I sat down next to him.
It felt like I was hypnotized by his body. Trent got up and moved in front of
me. His dick pointing at me like an animal sniffing its food, it twitched up
and down to keep itself erect. Did he want me to suck him off? I took his dick
in my hand. Opened my mouth and closed in.
"No, no, no." He held my head back by pushing back on my shoulders with
his hands. "I want to try something else." He kneeled and he unwrapped my towel
and it fell to my sides, with part of it still under my buttocks. My dick flung
itself as if waving for attention. It was hard and ready for servicing. Was he
going to suck me off?
"Lay back." I did. He went around. I watched his dick bouncing as he
walked around. This boy wonder had created a mutual crush that I could no
longer ignore. I longed for some action. He took my arms and made them go
over my head. He then used his flannel to bind my wrists together. I let him.
It hardly prevented me from escaping as I could easily move my arms but I
played along. He moved back to my front. He put his hands under my calves and
pulled my legs up into the air like I was a wheelbarrow. He reversed his grip
so that instead of holding up my calves, he was holding down the bottom of my
thighs. He looked at me and breathed in deeply and back through his nose
slowly, as if he had been waiting a long time for this. He did wait a long
time, I admit, and this was my way of saying that I liked him too. I looked
at him, then at his abs and then his hard dick. Just about when he was ready
to enter me the door swung open.
Sam stood there with a look that was disappointed for the obvious
reason of Trent. And probably the position I was in as well. Yet he seemed
to ignore that.
"I tried calling you to say I was going to be late." Trent didn't
let me go. He just looked at Sam like I was. Could he have picked any time
as worse than this. I couldn't respond properly in this position with Trent
unwilling to release my legs.
"I guess I'll go." Sam turned to make his leave.
"Wait." I said. Sam turned and looked in my eyes as if his eyes
concentrated only on mine and ignoring the rest of the world. "Join us."
I wanted him to see that Trent wasn't a bad person and who knew if Sam
enjoyed Trent as much as I did then things would be just as well. Sam looked
at Trent, eyeing him up and weighing his worth with his eyes. He finally
nodded.
Sam took of his towel and sat next to me and looked at my body. His
dick was semi-flaccid. He had Trent in his peripheral view but I was in his
focus. I looked at Trent and he looked back waiting for my go. I nodded.
Without guiding his dick he pressed the head against my asshole. Since this
was not the first time a dick this big has entered my rear, my hole understood
the logic of having this piece of flesh enter it. With less defence the head
slid inside, Trent's face lighting up at the pleasure. His mouth opened ever
so slightly as air rushed out at the first contact. I could feel Sam's eyes
watching me but my eyes were watching Trent's dick. Sam then grabbed my hard
dick that rested on my abs and began stroking it tenderly with his left hand.
His right hand was jerking his own growing length. Trent slowly massaged his
dick with my hole. In contrast to Sam's short and sharp pumps, Trent's humps
were long and slow as if he wanted to make sure I knew how long he was and
trying to make the pleasure last longer. Also Sam was always safe when fucking
me in my hole; he would always use a condom. Trent being either youthful and
ignorant or rebellious was barebacking me. This hurt more but it felt more
real as his flesh comingled with my flesh. With my arms still pretending they
were bound and unmovable. My position stretched my rib cage but flattened my
diaphragm making my breaths take longer to leave and in shorter bursts. As
Sam was stroking me and Trent was pumping me, the pleasure was unbelievable.
I didn't know why Sam had never done this to me when he had me on my back.
Perhaps he never wanted me to cum so cheaply and as quickly and with this
combo that was going to happen pretty quick. Trent's agonizing length was
pulled almost to the tip left my hole then it would quickly push its way back
in. It felt like Trent's hard dick was a hand-pump pushing air into my body.
I groaned. I was close to cumming, my dick was solid and ready to shoot as Sam
rubbed it like a genie-lamp expecting a ghost to come out and satisfy a wish
of pleasure. Sam must have known that I was close to climax as he lowered his
head down and his lips pushed hard down onto my lips. This also made my
breathing much harder as I had to breathe through my nose. The required air
was way greater than the air received. This would be close to asphyxiation
if Sam did not breathe some air into me but it heightened the pleasure. His
hands sped up in its pace and my dick pulsated with newly-found vigor. Trent
as if wanting me to enjoy this as much as possible tried to stimulate my hole
to aid my ejaculation to be of optimal pleasure. He thrust his meat down my
asshole and I squeezed at the hostility. It felt good to have his length
squeeze tightly in and out. Then it happened. I shot a huge wad of sperm
all over my chest but the main victim was the side of Sam's head which was
still sucking my lips and invading with his tongue. Sam's eyes were closed
but his expression was frantic and furious. I got my bound wrists and wrapped
them around Sam's head and pushed him on my lips. I could feel my spunk squish
on my arm from Sam's face. Sam held my wrists with his hands and took his
head from my grasp. He kneeled upon the table and jerked his dick over my
waiting face. Trent was pumping slowly now, I could feel his length widen
and getting ready to squirt.
"Oooh! I'm going to cum." Trent announced. "Where do you want me?"
"I want it in my ass." I said breathlessly. It would be a new feeling
to having cum ooze from my hole. Also it would lube my ass was from soreness
from his furious fucking.
Sam came first; his juices raining all over my face. I licked the cum
around my lips and it tasted sweet. It was intoxicating to taste. I loved it
and craved more from his pipe.
"Aaaaaaaaahh!" Trent bellowed. I felt his dick pulse within me. It
felt wet inside me and it slithered against the walls of my insides. It felt
like pissing through my ass. It felt warm. Trent finally pulled out and the
sperm flew out of my hole as if Trent's dick was a plug holding it inside.
Sperm was leaking from my hole and it felt great. I squeezed my hole and the
sperm just kept pouring out.
Trent kneeled by the bed side. I couldn't see what he was doing. I
propped myself onto my elbows to see. Then I felt it. A tongue licking my
gaping hole; it felt like a dog was licking frantically at my hole. I could
hear Trent moaning as he was eating my ass and swallowing his own cum. I
decided that Sam's flaccid member needed to be sucked clean. I grabbed it
whilst balancing on my left elbow and ate more of his delicious cum. Trent
had enough of eating me out and let my legs drop to hang over the side. Sam
pulled away from my hungry mouth. Sam got his towel and went out. This
surprised me as he didn't say a word. I kinda felt used. Trent lay next to
me and saw I had cum on my face. He leaned over and licked me. I was still
propped on my left elbow, still a bit bewildered but didn't stop Trent from
enjoying the cum.
"Mmm, tastes sweet." Trent had consumed all the cum on my face. Trent
collapsed aside of me and lifts his head with an arm on its elbow and looks
at me longingly. I got up.
"I've got to go." I said. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around
me and went out the door, not bothering to check if Trent followed me or not.
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---Chapter 7---
I rushed outside. I looked around the corridor of sauna rooms; Sam was
nowhere to be seen. I rushed out to the locker areas. He wasn't there either.
I ran to the reception not caring that I was barefooted and the possible
hygienic problems that it implicated. The receptionist looked up from his
fashion magazine at the some-what panicking topless, flat-chested me and his
face lit up.
"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked whilst checking me out.
"Sam." I took a breath. "Sam, my friend who I come here usually with,
have you seen him?"
"No sorry babe. I don't think he's come out." I didn't know whether to
believe him if he was too busy looking in his magazine to notice. But Sam
would have had to rush as fast as I did and I'm sure that would have caught
the receptionist's eye.
"Tom, are you ok?" Trent was behind me also with his flannel-sized towel
wrapped around his waist. He had to hold it as it was so small it couldn't
grip onto his flat body without falling. The receptionist's eyes scanned in
a new picture for him to fantasize about in his own time.
"No. I mean, I'm OK, but I'm looking for Sam." I found it hard to find
my words.
"I saw him get out of the showers." He needn't say another word. I was
on the move.
"You boys need to get some clothes on your fabulous bodies or you might
catch a cold." The receptionist said eating up our bodies with his eyes. Trent
looked towards him. The receptionist smiled. Trent smiled back nervous and his
cheeks blushed, he ran to catch up with me. The receptionist shook his head
dreamily and lifted up his magazine.
I found Sam putting on his t-shirt. He looked a bit soaked as if he had
not bothered to dry himself properly. His hair was a mess. I wanted to caress
it to make it back to normal. I wanted us to be back to normal.
"Sam, what's up?" He looked at me and his eyes were sharp. He looked at
me as if I knew the answer. Trent came into the locker room. Sam saw him and
then got his jeans and put a leg through.
"Sam." I added a bit of urgency, I wanted a response. He looked up.
"I don't want to talk with your boy toy here." His words cut me. They
hurt me. I felt a pang of sadness fill me.
"Trent, please leave. Have a shower or something. Please." He heard
the distress in my voice and he nodded caringly. He went to the showers. I
looked at Sam. He continued pulling up his jeans to his waist but less
frantically.
"So..." I wanted an explanation for his coldness.
"So... what?" He replied bluntly. This annoyed me but I decided to bite.
"So why are you acting this way?"
"What way?"
"Don't be stupid, you're obviously being cold for a reason."
"Me? Being cold?" His voice strained. "You think I am the problem?"
"Well, I don't know. If you don't tell me what the problem is, how am
I supposed to know?"
"I tell you who the problem is, since you blatantly can't figure it
out yourself with all the skating you do, your brain has probably transformed
into a plank of dense wood."
"What the hell is your problem Sam? Spit it out."
"Trent is the problem Tom."
"He's just a friend." I tried to defend innocent Trent.
"Do all your friends fuck you up the ass?"
"Is this because you're jealous?"
"Jealous? I'm your fucking boyfriend." He buttoned his jeans up and
zipped it up with emphasis. "Well, at least I thought I was."
"I am."
"Then what the fuck is Trent doing here?"
"He followed me."
"I mean, what the hell is he doing here with you? He was going to
fuck you even before I arrived. And you were going to let him. Explain that
to me Tom." I thought about it and I couldn't really give a good answer. Sam
noticed the pause in the tempo of our argument and came to a good assumption.
"Oh my god... you've been fucking him behind my back, haven't you."
I couldn't force myself to lie and my eyes looked down from his
accusing glare.
"Oh you've fucked this up real good Tom. How long have you been
seeing him or fucking him even?
"I've only ever fucked him once.
"Only once?" I sensed the sarcasm in his voice. "You need only one
bullet to kill someone Tom... and you've shot me square in the heart." He
said slowly with sorrow. I could see tears in his eyes start to shine in
the light. I felt mine water as well. All this emotion and hate was
getting much for the both of us but I knew that Sam's was more justified.
"I'm sorry Sam."
"It's too late for that Tom."
"No, it's not too late. Sam, I love you and I want to be with you."
"I'm too hurt Tom. When I washed my face, I washed your essence
from it like I washed you off my life. I want to remember you as you
were and not as you are now." It hurt me to hear him say such things.
My tear ducts were now functioning and my vision got blurry. I had to
wipe my eyes to keep them on Sam who was putting on his trainers.
"Sam, I'll stop seeing Trent." I tried reasoning with him,
although in my heart I don't know if I fulfill this because Trent
was my very own boy wonder.
"Trent's not the problem Tom." I thought he said he was. "The
problem is you."
"What? I'm the problem?" My voice strained at this new card
played on the table. "What did I do, say or did not do or did not
say? Why am I the problem?"
"Oh Tom, I love you but your ignorance annoys me."
"Oh for fuck sake Sam, you never speak your mind and that annoys
me." Sam shook his head as this insult cut him. We were cutting each
other ruthlessly and the pain hurt us both, bleeding more hate.
"Do you remember the first time we were here?" He asked calmly
holding his temper.
"I do. It was amazing." He nodded in a sad agreement.
"Do you remember the promise I made you take?" I fumbled through
my head. What promise? I couldn't recall it. Sam seemed to read my mind.
"I told you to promise me to keep this place our special place."
It hit me like a rock through a window. I do remember that. I
wanted to punch myself for being so ignorant and stupid. I wanted to
kick myself in my own balls for being an idiot.
"You let Trent in and it's no longer our special place. I only came
in to give you a final goodbye shake. I wanted to hold you, to share our
breaths and to love you for the last time." I didn't know what to say. I
had betrayed him and I wondered if I would have been as merciful if I was
in his shoes. He was dressed
"I hope you understand when I say," I didn't want him to say it but
I felt it coming. "We're over Tom."
My hand reached for my face as my tears dripped down my cheeks. Sam
saw me but picked up his bag and walked away reluctantly. I didn't bother
giving chase as I was not dressed and I felt it was hopeless. I dropped down
onto a wooden bench and I tried to keep it in. Trent came in and saw me with
my hands to my face, my elbows on my knees. He came to my side and put his wet
arm around me and put his head next to mine. I couldn't keep it welled in. I
cried letting out my pain. I didn't care what anyone thought of me a grown boy
crying. I just wanted to cry. I struggled for air as my heart sank. I gasped
for air and was crying uncontrollably. I sat there weeping like a little girl
in front of a little boy. Trent rubbed my back. He must have known that Sam
and I had an argument but he missed the brutality of it all and his only
thoughts were to comfort me. I appreciated it. I needed someone to lean on.
I realized who that someone was. It was Sam. He understood my nooks and
crannies, maybe not when he hacked gashes into them. I knew that those wounds
would need to heal but for now I was going to find him and try my god damned
best to get him back.
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---Chapter 8---
I looked into the glass pane. An old teacher with glasses, curly hair and
substantially large lips was sitting at her desk talking to a few of the
students. They all seemed to be going through some theory of mathematics as
their eyes were stuck to their books. I saw Sam; it had been a few days since
I last saw him. He had been avoiding me probably. I wanted to talk to him. I
looked at the clock fixated above the chalkboard. The lesson still had thirty
minutes or so until it finished. I couldn't wait. I reached the door handle
and push the door open. The teacher as well as the students looked at me like
I was an alien they've never seen before but Sam looked at me like I was a
criminal.
"Can I help you?" The teacher asked since I failed to introduce myself
or enquire or inform of anything. She sounded a bit annoyed at the disruption.
"Sam is needed..."
"For what?" She replied sharply.
"For... the school office needs to check his contact information."
"I'm sure that can wait. It's lunch in thirty minutes." I tried to think
of a counter.
"It can't wait Miss, his brother is sick and needs Sam to call home but
the school office can't seem to get through and they really need him... for his
brother." She looked at me with suspicion.
"Sam, go to the school office. Hurry back." She said.
Sam got up and left with me, closing the door behind him.
"Considering I don't have a brother, what do you want Tom?"
"I needed to speak to you."
"And you chose to disrupt my education for `your' needs."
"I haven't seen you around lately and this is the first time I've had the
chance to speak to you."
"I've been busy... besides I did say we were over. So you don't need to see
me anymore." I was dumbstruck for a plea. As if churning thoughts inside his head,
he continued. "How can I trust you anymore?"
"Sam you can trust me. I'll change."
"It's not that easy. You can say one thing but doing it is a different matter.
Have you broken up with Trent? Have you told him to leave you alone?"
"No... not yet."
"Then we have nothing to speak about Tom."
"Please Sam, don't be like this."
"Be like what?" His voice rising. "I don't believe this. You think I'm doing
you wrong!?"
"No, I don't but you're not doing us right either."
"You're the one who couldn't keep a promise and here you are trying to build
back bridges that lead to nowhere." His hand grabbed his forehead as if trying to
hold in his anger. "Tom, please grow up or go play with Trent. I'm not interested."
Sam walked back to his classroom and the door shut behind him. My eyes felt heavy.
I wanted to cry but I didn't want anyone to see. I was furious at the outcome of our
talk. I ran down the corridor not caring about the noise I made.
"Hey Tom!" Trent called waving a hand beckoning me to come towards him. I
walked heavily towards him, my footsteps thundering to the ants on the pavement.
"I want to do that trick your mate Jamie taught me, wanna watch me do it?"
"I'm not in the mood. Come with me." I walked past him and his eyes followed
me. He picked up his skateboard and followed me willingly. I walked to the willow
where we first had sex. I planned to use it again for the same purpose.
"Oh, Tom, isn't it a bit early for kissing and stuff?" Trent seemed oblivious
to the changed routine.
"Shut up and get here now." He walked to me and I grabbed the front of his
t-shirt and slammed him against the bark. He was shocked and looked at me for some
kind of re-assurance. I pushed my lips onto his and he kissed back, barely matching
in the strength put in. I still grasped his t-shirt and I could smell his boy odor
from his chest and it made me hard. I kissed him hard, pushing his head against the
bark. His cap was struggling to stay on his head. It got in my way so I took it and
threw it not caring where it landed. He had to breathe through his nose and it
whimpered at all the pressure. I released my grip and used both hands to go under
his t-shirt and as the fingers rummaged along his brick abs, they found his nipples.
I squeezed them as hard as I could. Trent squinted at the pain and I saw a tear
or two forming in his eyes. I kept my wet pursuit on his lips, preventing him
from screaming or crying or talking. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped
his jeans and pulled down the sides of his boxers and jeans together with force.
His dick flopped out; it was semi-hard confused whether it should be hard or if
it should cower away. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled down my boxers just
as fast whilst keeping our lips connected.
I stopped kissing and removed my lips. Trent's head fell just under my neck;
this was too rough and too fast for him.
"Tom, this hurts. Please stop." He pleaded and he reached to wipe his eyes.
"It's OK Trent." I said in his ear. I grabbed his sides and made him turn
around. Our jeans now were at our ankles. My hard-on rubbed against his perfect
buns and their softness made me wild. I used my hands to spread his buns and
expose his hole. His ass clenched as a counter-measure to what was going to
happen. I spread his cheeks and used my right hand to navigate my hot dog into
his buns. The head made contact and he flinched. I leaned over him and I
nibbled on his ear. "Don't worry, it's OK."
"I've never had a dick in my hole before. I'm scared Tom. Please stop."
"It's fine." I said flatly. And I pushed. And he screamed.
"Shhh!" I put my right hand over his mouth. I could see new tears
forming in his eyes.
The head of my dick had entered his small hole. Trent's defence system
squeezed on the throbbing head and as I pushed my length, he squeezed
uncontrollably to attempt to push me back out.
"You're so fucking tight Trent. I can hardly get any deeper." I said.
"But I will."
I pushed my length further and the friction was unbearable. My dick
retaliated and became harder and Trent's hole retaliated by squeezing harder.
And finally my pubes touched his smooth ass and my sword was to ass deep to
the hilt. I could feel his sobs vibrate my hand.
"Promise me that you won't scream or shout if I remove my hand?" I asked
him, I needed both my hands for this. He nodded slowly. I removed my hand from
his mouth. I started pulling out my meat and the suction felt great. I moaned
and I licked his neck, mopping up his odor with my tongue. My hands grabbed his
buns and I began the rhythm of fucking his ass raw. Each thrust was met with
resistance with his flesh against my flesh. My hardness with his squeezing made
the entry tight. He sobbed lightly. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or
not. I didn't really care. I enjoyed it, and that's what mattered. I slid in
and out of his hole and the resistance was getting lighter. His defenses lost
their grip. Thrust upon thrust, ramming deep inside his ass. The force my pelvis
made against his butt cheeks made his body ripple and bounce back. My dick was
disappearing into such a small hole that I doubted would ever fit in. I was in
a crazed frenzy humping his bottom like there was no other purpose in life but
to make Trent feel my hardness deep inside of him. My dick was pulsing and soon
it was ready to release its load. I sucked on his neck and when my hose was out
of control and shooting all over inside of him, I bit his neck like a vampire.
I bit down hard and he cried in pain. I didn't rip his flesh out but I did
make a red bite mark on his neck. It was small but noticeable. My sperm was
getting nowhere in the congested hole. So much sperm was leaving my nuts that
I could feel the sperm pushing my softening dick out of his hole. The sperm
succeeded in claiming Trent's insides as their territory as my flaccid dick
flopped out of the small crevice. My sperm in their victory leapt from Trent's
hole and squirted all over my pubes. It was like a double cumshot. The first
coming from me and the second coming from Trent's hole.
I looked down and noticed that my cum was mixed with blood. The blood
was from Trent's hole. Trent was crying now as tears flowed down his cheeks.
He was still standing his hands embraced against the bark. My mind was calming
and I realized how rough I was. I did this, I thought to myself. I made Trent
bleed and for what. I leaned over.
"I'm so sorry Trent. I don't know what took over me." He continued to
cry and did not respond. "Are you OK?" I asked, knowing the answer would be
negative. He didn't respond. I pulled up my boxers and jeans and did up my
flies.
"Here, let me help you." He flinched at my touch as if he was allergic
to me. I pulled up his boxers and jeans and turned him around. His dick was
flaccid and small; unexcited with me and my raw fucking. I zipped him up and
buttoned the jeans. I put his belt on for him and he stood there feebly
cowering behind his hands which were wiping his eyes.
"I'm really sorry Trent. I know I hurt you. I can make it up to you."
I was about to undo his belt again but he backed away. His head seemed to
shake; I weren't sure if he intended to shake it or if it was due to the
shock.
Then he looked up at me, his eyes catching mine. They were tearful and
fearful. He turned away and began running forgetting to pick up his cap and
his skateboard. I could see a slight limp in his run, probably due to the
damage I did to his anus. I felt bad and I just slumped down onto the grass.
I hoped that Trent would be alright and be back to his usual self when I saw
him next time.
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Sam wanted to see me urgently at the red phoenix near the school
entrance. I agreed not quite knowing what to expect. When I saw him standing,
lean as ever, I wanted to walk to him and kiss him but I knew it was
inappropriate and it would make things worse if he didn't want me to. He saw
me and waited for me to come closer.
"Tom, I thought I would tell you this directly than have you find
out from someone else." He sounded serious and somewhat distant.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'm leaving." I looked at him to see if I've heard him right. His
eyes looked at mine and they did not flinch or deter their gaze on mine. I
allowed him to finish. "My dad's work has moved to an office out of the city
and I'm going to have to go with him if I expect any support."
"I don't know what to say." I really didn't. My eyes looked down;
it became unbearable to maintain any kind of defence.
"I didn't expect you to. I've put a lot of thought into this. It's
just better if I go with him. He pays for the rent of the flat and my food
and water."
"But you're half-way through your courses." I argued.
"My dad's job can't wait." He countered. I knew nothing of his dad
or his work and therefore felt it was hopeless trying to relate to it.
"Isn't there another way?" I asked, my voice almost pleading. I
didn't want him to go.
"I don't think so." His responses were flat and to the point. "I
leave tomorrow."
"Where are you going?" I wanted to know; trying to relate the
location with this location and see if I could see him even if it meant
journeying the distance just to be with him.
"You don't need to know..."
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to worry yourself."
"Worry myself?" I could feel that he didn't want me to know
anything about him anymore.
"Look Tom, I know you want us to get back together but I just
don't think it will work with the long distance problem and all."
"You didn't even tell me..."
"I know, I know." He interrupted. "It's just better that way."
"Where did all this decision making come from?"
"It came from me. Please Tom, just respect my decision. I
thought that maybe you'd understand."
"Understand that you're blowing me off and ditching me here."
"I can't bring you with me and I don't see what I can do."
"You can stay..." My eyes became slick as my tear duct was
overproducing. I didn't bawl out crying. I kept it in.
"There's nothing here for me..." It felt like Sam sticking a
knife in my heart. Was I worth nothing to him? "I'm sorry Tom... I have
to go." He walked away and I followed him keeping a distance behind him.
I don't know why I kept my distance but it was like there was an invisible
barrier that Sam put up preventing me from getting closer. I watched him
catch his bus home. I watched him look for a seat and he walked to a seat
at the back. As I stood there it felt like I was under a cloud of rain
which only followed me, I was just so down that I couldn't look up. I
looked up from the ground as the bus took off from the stop and I saw
Sam looking through the window and he waved a slow, shaky goodbye. A tear
released itself from the others and glided down the side of my nose. My
arms were too burdened from the invisible rain that I couldn't even wave
back and it was too late. The bus drove off down the road and I stood
there. School kids would walk pass me and eye me strangely wondering why
a grown boy would be crying.
I didn't see Sam in school after that day. I wanted to make up with
Sam but it seemed out of my control. I wondered where Trent was. When
school finished; I'd half expect Trent to sit on the wall but the vacant
spot, where he'd first made contact after our night at the gig, gave me
a sick longing for my young boy wonder. I wondered where he was. When I
met with my skater mates, after I went home, they would ask where Trent
was and I would shrug. I would look behind me wanting to find his
attentive eyes follow me but I just felt emptiness. At first, I thought
he was just having a break from me but a week went pass and he had not
shown up at any of the usual locations. I was going through a desperate
and needy phase and I had to find Trent. I remembered the bus we took
on that day we first met. I took it and I walked to the house he had
lead me to. The stars in the sky shone brightly in the night sky above
the roof of this large house. I walked on the path of granite slabs
leading to their porch. I went up the steps and I was shivering cold
with anticipation. I didn't know what to expect. I wrapped my zip-up
jacket closed to my body. I pressed the door bell button and a pleasant
chime echoed from within. A light in the hallway lit up and the porch
also lit up. I could see movement behind the double glazed glass
situated at the side of the door and an eye hovered in the peek-hole
and then the door opened.
It was Trent's mum. She looked at me with suspicious eyes.
"You must be him." She said; her tone was colder than the air
around me. "What do you want?"
I was confused at the way she was addressing me. Did Trent say
something about me that she did not approve of? Did she know that her
son was gay and I was his lover and that she was a homophobe? Why am
I so clueless about everything happening around me in my life...?
"You have some nerve. You don't have any idea what you've done.
You have hurt my little boy. He's only young and you've abused him.
You're older and should know better than to use him as some toy. He
was really in pain and when I found blood in his boxer shorts and I
took him to see a doctor. The doctor told me that his anus was bleeding.
And the probable cause was forceful intercourse by a penis. I asked
him if he had been raped. Then he told me about you."
Her rapid accusation stole the words from my mouth. I couldn't
say anything. I didn't realize that I had made this situation worse.
I was blank for thoughts other than I was sorry. For a moment I wish
I hadn't even come to find Trent. And for a split moment in that
moment, I wished I never existed. What I did was wrong, I know but I
couldn't seem to say it in words.
"Stay away from here and stay away from my son or I'll call
the police."
I realized I had said nothing and I was leaving. I felt shame.
I turned away and went down the steps. I walked away from the house.
As I turned to head down the street I saw a room on the second floor
of the house light up and there he was. He looked out at me. He looked
beautiful. I could tell he was topless as I could see his collar bone.
The rest of his chest was hidden behind the wall. He looked like a
brand new toy behind a plastic cover. I wanted the toy but I knew it
was going to be expensive to get. I knew I had to leave this toy alone.
Perhaps if time passed, maybe I could afford it and be able to hold it
in my hands and love it again. Trent's mum still watched me from the
door and sensed that I was looking up and she shouted something and
Trent turned and went. The lights turned off, the door shut and it got
dark. My world got dark and lonely.
Weeks passed and I became more isolated. Even my skater mates
noticed a less enthusiastic me. The two people I loved were out of my
life. They were so forcefully taken that I felt empty. As if nothing I
did mattered and everything I did with them was priceless and now no
longer in production. I would wish I could turn back the hands of time
and change my actions so that I would have at least one of them if not
both of them but trying to have both in my imagination would lead to my
current situation. Soon I would learn to live on with my life and try to
forget them although I knew secretly that I couldn't. When I doodled, I
drew Sam. Every boy I drew looked like Sam. When I told my brain that
drawing Sam was bad and that I should not do it, I'd find that I drew Sam
without wanting to. He was all over my sub-conscious mind. My notepad became
filled with pictures of Sam that I drew. I would sleep with the notepad next
to me after staring into the eyes of Sam's eyes of a head the size of the A4
notepad.
One day, my skater mates told me that Trent had come and told them
to give me a letter he wrote. It said:
"To Tom,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm not angry with you.
I did feel hurt on the day but I think that as a growing gay boy I was bound
to have rough experiences with guys. I'm just glad it was you, my friend, and
my love. My mother refuses to let me see you even though I said I'm alright
with it. I think she's still trying to get over with me being gay. She keeps
my activities on lockdown and monitors every passing second of my day. She
suspects that any delays in my punctuality were due to me seeing you. Since
I couldn't speak to you as time is tracked so closely, I thought I'd tell you
through this letter, to not worry about me and that hopefully in the future,
we can get together again. I wish that day comes soon.
Love Trent."
I closed the letter. I was glad Trent had forgiven me. This did release some
guilt I had, but it reinforced an idea that sat in the back of my mind. It
stated that Trent was not the one I really wanted, but Sam was.
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This idea infested my mind and it grew and multiplied in my thoughts
until I could barely stand it any longer. I knew I was being totally clingy and
weird but it made my heart beat with meaning and my heart wanted Sam's heartbeat
to beat beside it and share and listen to their rhythms. So affected by this
longing, it affected my natural and regular habits and routines. Those concerned
with my wellbeing would think I was ill and I wouldn't deny them. I was sick,
in love, and I needed to get a fix. And it was sort of fate that decided that
I had suffered enough and put an end to my suffering.
My school performance was lacking and the brains at top ordered me to
attend additional classes to catch up. One of these classes was mathematics.
I entered the classroom and found that it was empty. I was early which surprised
me. I walked over to the windows overlooking the concourse outside and I saw
the other school kids leave for home. I envied them with their peaceful minds
and their freedom. I noticed a box of mathematic books and one of them I saw
Sam's name. I picked it up and it was the one I saw him reading the day in the
library. I sniffed the cover and it faintly held his scent. Perhaps I imagined
it or I wanted it so badly that my mind tricked me to believe that it was. I
sniffed it again. The heard the classroom doors close and those familiar rimmed
glasses on that slightly wrinkly face which greeted me with suspicious eyes.
"Ah, so you are the one who needs extra help." Her lips were plump as I
remembered when I interrupted her class to speak to Sam. "Well take a seat."
There were no other students catching up with me. I was about to sit
down on the nearest desk.
"Come sit in the front desks, I won't bite." She managed to crack open
a reassuring smile. I came closer and took a seat at the front. "So is this
your textbook?" I had forgotten about it and realized my hands clenched onto
them not willing to let it go. She took it from me hands after a pull and looked
at it.
"This isn't your textbook. This is Sam. He was one of my favorite
students." He was my favorite too, I thought. "You're his friend aren't you?
How is he faring in Newport?" Her words woke my senses. It was fate that I
discovered where he was now living.
"He's doing fine." I smiled uncontrollably.
"That's good to hear, now let's begin. Take out your textbook."
I had packed a backpack full of food rations and clothing. I also
brought my skateboard. I was at the train station.
"Can I have a ticket to Newport please?" It cost fifty pounds and
the journey would take one to two hours. I could feel my heart beating faster
with anticipation. I sat on the train and thought what I was going to say
when I got there. I looked inside my backpack and inside was a plastic bag.
It contained something I wanted to give Sam, I had bought it online awhile
back, and I hoped he would like it.
I arrived in Newport. The sky was clear and bright blue. I could see
the ocean from the train station. The town itself was on a sloping hill
leading down to the sea. It was a beautiful place. I put the backpack on and
held the straps with my hands. I had been thinking so much on what I was
going to say to him that I hadn't thought on how I was going to find him.
Maybe I should ride on my skateboard and hope to find him walking along the
road but I could be skating forever. Next I thought about the school that he
should be going to. Perhaps I could find him in some school and doing the
same courses as in our old school. That would be easier. I went around asking
the train station attendant, a newsagent and an old couple about the local
schools. Newport only had three schools for my age. One was an all-girls
school; I ruled that out for obvious reasons. Another was a private school
and the other a public school. I had a gut feeling that he would be at the
public school. Although if his dad had got promoted in his job then the
private school would also be an option, and getting in would prove to be
harder. I thought I would try my luck with the public school first. I got
directions to the public school. It took me an hour or so to get there by
skateboarding. The school had just finished and kids were leaving in their
blazers as part of their school uniform. I stood at the gate in the middle,
trying to spot Sam; it was going to be hard to see him within the sea of blue
blazers. There seemed to be more than one entrance and I couldn't keep track
of the groups of kids leaving with the groups I checked. I panicked. I called
out his name and heads would turn and eye me. I rushed around looking for him.
It was hopeless. My hand reached to my forehead and I wiped the sweat off
my forehead. I also wiped my watery eyes. I felt lost in this strange world.
Where could he be? I saw some boys with skateboards. They didn't wear their
blazers like most of the other kids. They had their uniform shirt sleeves
rolled up to their arms. I went up to them and they regarded me with
curiousity. I was a skater but I seemed out of place in my clothes.
"Guys, do you know a boy called Sam?" I asked. They shook their heads
and said sorry they didn't. I was about to turn away and search elsewhere.
"Wait, I know a Sam."
"Is he good at maths?" I asked the boy, who strangely looked like me
but I guess it was a trend in fashion.
"I don't know about that. He just said his name was Sam and that he
used to have a friend who skated in his old school and asked if he could
watch us skate. He was a bit weird or geeky, or both. To come to think about
it, he was writing in some book." The way this skater boy was willing giving
me this information made me think that my skateboard was some kind of key
to knowledge. Any other stranger would have been given a cold shoulder.
"Do you know where he is now?"
"Naw, sorry man. He's probably gone home. Everyone's going home."
My heart sank again after rising to know Sam came to this school. With no
idea where Sam would be I was ready to give up hope. "Although, if you say
he's a maths boffin then there's that mathematical and science convention
in the main hall." This skater boy was making my heart ride a rollercoaster
of emotions as it was now going up a peak. I decided that it won't go down
until I found Sam and perhaps it would just stay there or go higher.
"Wow, thanks for the help, can you tell me where the hall
is?"
"Yeah, it's down this path; take a right, turn left, through those
doors, take a left and follow the corridor to the right and it's the first
double door you see."
I built a mental map of directions in my head by repeating the
directions in my head. Right, left, left, right. I said thanks and rushed
off. The skater boys just watched me go then turned back onto their journey
home or more likely to some skate park. The
walking conversation amused me.
"Did you know that guy?"
"No, I haven't seen him around."
"He wasn't in uniform, maybe he's a new student."
"Did you see his skateboard?"
"Yeah, cool design. Don't you think he looked a bit like you
James?"
"Shut up. No he didn't." James defended whilst giving his friend
a friendly push. For a split moment, I thought to myself, what's wrong with
me. Their voices became distant and incomprehensible. I repeated the
directions in my head before I forgot.
I found the double doors and I pushed one side open. A vibrant and
busy hall greeted my ears and my eyes. There were stalls lined up along
the four walls of the square hall. There was an extended area, the size
of quarter of the whole that lead to a canteen where some dinner ladies
handed out food to students, teachers and parents. There were gaps at the
corners of stalls to allow the crowds of people to get to the middle and
browse the stalls. I went through the closest gap and into the middle,
looking out for Sam. I couldn't see him, the crowds making it harder to
spot a lone boy. I began to sweat.My hand went through my brown hair,
it was a bit greasy, and I wiped my hand onto my jeans. My heart panicked.
What if he wasn't here? What if he left already? I spun around in a circle
to scan through the bodies of mathematical and scientific enthusiasts.
"Tom?" His voice like an angel called me from within the heat. I
turned to his voice and although not shining bright but ordinary, I would
have thought he was my angel, come to give me ease of the pain I've been
suffering without him. "What are you doing here?" His voice was of concern,
rather than anger.
"I love you." I realized that my mind skipped his question and
said the first thing that popped into my mind.
"What? I can't hear you. Come." He led me out of the hall; his
hand gripped my wrist firmly and pulled gently. His touch was heavenly,
I didn't want him to let go. Once outside the grip loosened and my arm
fell to its side. "What did you say? What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you." I said.
"Why? Don't you have school tomorrow?"
"I do but I couldn't stand to be without you." His face hit a stage
of realization that I was not here because of some emergency but instead
I was here to try re-kindling a lost flame. But it could be argued that
my need was an emergency for my sanity. He sighed.
"How did you even find me?"
"I was in a catch-up class for maths," His eyebrows rose but he allowed
me to continue. "And your old teacher blurted out the town you lived in,
that's when I thought that I had to find you.
"You were in a catch-up class for maths?"
"Yeah, I've been struggling in my studies lately."
"How come?"
"To be completely honest, I've been lonely. I really miss you." He sighed
again. I wasn't quite sure how to interpret his sigh.
"What happened to Trent?" His manner was calm and they sought for answers
rather than trying to spark anger.
"We're not seeing each other."
"Why not?"
"His mom found out he was gay and doesn't want me to see him. I didn't
think it would have worked out anyway."
"Oh." He seemed much calmer and relaxed at the news. "You want something
to eat or something?"
"I would like that."
Whilst sitting at a bench in the park, the night sky was a radiant blue.
The stars shines and glistened when we spoke, as if they were listening to us
and were glad to hear us speak this calmly for a long time. We were eating some
take-away and I told Sam of my journey to his school and at some parts he
laughed. His laugh was as innocent as a child's and it was cute.
"I still can't believe you came here without knowing where I was going
to be."
"Yeah, it was a bit of a shot in the darkness." I half-smiled at my
recklessness.
"Well, you've found me. What will you do next?" He said. His voice was
a bit anxious and inviting. He looked at me his eyes connecting with mine.
I looked down and he looked away. I sighed with uncertainty of what to do.
I wanted to kiss him but I didn't want to rush it and ruin my chances.
"I wanted to give you this." I unzipped the main compartment of my
backpack and retrieved the plastic bag that I thought a lot about whilst
on the train. Sam watched me unravel it and pull out his gift. I pulled
it up and presented it to him. I put it against my body so that I could see
his face. He looked at it and he smiled his wonderful smile. "I bought it
your size."
He took off his blazer and took the gift from my hands and measured
it against his chest. The two figures on the shirt were in their own
peaceful world. Although the girl looked like a boy, I pictured the two
figures as boys as they kissed in the dark background. A beautiful
kiss, it was dreamy. I wanted to be the smaller one with Sam kissing my
lips as the taller one. It was the same shirt as the one he bought me at
the rock gig but underneath I had custom printed:
"I love you Sam."
"I like it." He said. Not much of a response but it was better than
him not liking it.
"Sam... I'm not sure if I could go back without you." I said.
"I'll miss your laugh, your smile."
He was about to speak but I had to let him know my thoughts that
cycled through my head on the train like a washing machine cycling a
soiled pair of underwear and making it clean and clear.
"No please, let me say this." I interrupted. "I realize that I've
been treating you badly and giving Trent your gift to me was bad and
letting him invade our secret place was unspeakable. I'd admit I'm wrong
if you tell me." He nodded in agreement, allowing me to continue.
"I've done you wrong and I'd understand if you want me to leave.
My mind will acknowledge it but my heart won't. My heart cracks
every time we had a fight. I'm so sick of fights, I hate them."
"I hate fights too... but that's how we express our
thoughts." Sam said concerned.
"Well, we're not fighting now. If I promise not to make you
angry, will you promise we could speak like this at a understanding
level." I suggested. "Let's start this again for real."
He stood there and then laughed.
"I recognize that from that song at the gig." He said with a smile.
It amazed me that he remembered. He was so considerate to me and I haven't
been considerate to him. I wanted to make it up to him.
"Then you'll know this." I reached up and he allowed me to put his
gift onto the bench. "I want to hold you." Both my arms bent upwards and
held his biceps. They tensed in my grip. "Touch you." I lowered my hands
under his shirt sleeves and felt his warm skin with my cold fingers. "Feel
you." I pulled him closer, feeling his arms reluctant at first but willing
when I looked him in his eyes. He watched me and I watched him.
"I want to kiss you, taste you." My hands maneuvered to his sides
and wrapped around him and pulled him closer. He put his hands on my
shoulders and pulled me close. Our faces were inches away and I looked
into his eyes. He looked into mine and they became close as our lips inched
closer and finally met. I felt all my senses heighten at that moment, all
excited at what was happening that it brought my blood rushing to my face.
My cheeks went red and I loved his lips on mine.
We looked like the picture of the shirt and this time it felt
right. The stars glowed their radiance onto us and I felt like I was in
heaven or dreaming but knowing it was all real. The feeling was real and
I pulled him close, never wanting to let go. Our eyes closed as we
enjoyed the everlasting kiss.
The kiss finished and I was dazzled and seeing stars in my eyes
literally. Once I came back to earth, Sam stood there smiling back as if
we had not been fighting at all.
"That's not the only way I want to taste you..." I added.
I kneeled down onto my knees and he watched me go down. He did not object
as I unzipped his black school trousers. I smelt the boyish smell of Sam's
privates flow into my nose. It lured me to dive deeper. I pulled down his
white boxers and was met by a familiar face watching me as if it had been
hiding for a long time. It twitched and grew more confident in seeing me,
it seemed to thrive and greet me. It was like it was happy to see me as it
sprouted from the darkness. I used my right hand to guide his big friendly
genitals into my awaiting mouth. His hands reached down and grabbed my
hair, guiding my head to consume more of his length. I massaged his erect
member with my lips and tickled under his length with the tip of my tongue.
He was getting so ravenous and excited that he began to thrust his pelvis as
well as pulling my head close with his hands. This made his dick-head intrude
the barricades of my throat and I let him. I let him penetrate my throat
thinking of how much it would please him; I tried not to think about how it
was going to choke me with his 6-inch length making a home run into my mouth.
His pubes high-fived my nose as he deep-throated me. I loved him so much. I
loved him loving me. I didn't want it to end but sadly it did. His member
pulsed furiously and soon he shot blast after blast like a shotgun that shot
cum. 5 shotgun rounds splattered in my mouth and I found it hard to take all
of his cum as my cheeks expanded to keep the cum inside. Sam groaned wildly
like a wolf at night, he howled at the pleasure of cumming in my mouth. I
swallowed his cum and it tasted sweeter than ever. I assumed that Sam had
not cum for a while and that the load that I was graciously receiving had
been a pile up since the day we broke up. I cherished it all as the cum
slithered down my throat. Sam still pushed his pelvis uncontrollably so
that his member was slowly trying not to fall out of my mouth. I didn't want
it to either as I removed the layer of cum from his shrinking dick, and
lacquered it with my saliva. I could hear Sam panting harsh breaths into
the cold air and it pleased me that he enjoyed it as much as I did.
It was a quick session but it was worth a million empty fucks. He
collapsed onto the bench with his flaccid member dangling out of his flies.
It was exhausted and it was falling back into its home after making several
home-runs into my throat, it earned its rest. I got up and sat next to him.
"I think I've had my dessert." I said. He looked at me and laughed
and smiled. He was beautiful and I had him back. He was mine to have and I
was not going to share him, and I was his.
"I'd take you back if you have me." He asked me looking into my eyes.
"Always."
~THE END~
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---Epilogue---
Sam and I got back together. We worked out a plan that we would rent
out a cheap flat apartment back in our old hometown. It would mean we would
have to take part-time jobs but it was worth it. It meant I could be with him
more and we could have sex whenever we felt like it. Sam made me promise to
keep our home our special place. I promised him and meant it. I welded it in
my head to not forget it this time. I showed Sam a notepad of doodles I had
drawn of him when I longed for him in class. Some pictures of him naked and
some in his ordinary clothes, either way they helped me get along in my
breakdown. Surprisingly, Sam showed me his notepad he used whilst he was in
Newport. It was very crudely drawn pictures of me. I smiled at his attempts
to draw me. We decided to stick these pictures all over out rented flat room
showing the best of both.
Trent came to visit me one day at the same wall outside of school. I
told him that Sam and I were back together and at first he seemed upset but
then he seemed to nod it off. He said that his mom was OK with him being gay
but his dad hadn't converted. His mum said that until he was in college, he
was still not allowed to see me. It felt like he had grown to accept this
and that this might not be the last time I would see Trent.
Sam was the phoenix of my gray life and he brought light and color
into it and I wanted it to stay like that until the end.
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